The Stars Over Bittergate Bay

Chapter 18

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J onas stepped back, his large palms sliding over Sidney’s hips and then off. He turned, reaching for a washcloth and soap. Sidney watched him, thunderstruck to realize that he needed Jonas like he needed air in his lungs and blood in his veins. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but it was hard to think when Jonas was rubbing a bar of soap across the firm, muscular planes of his chest.

After they’d washed, Jonas turned off the shower, and Sidney felt that he should be commended for his great strength of character, as it was only then that he let himself slide up against Jonas and kiss him again. Their bodies were flush in a number of very perfect places and Sidney immediately lost the battle of keeping his hands to himself. Jonas smiled against Sidney’s mouth, before he pulled away with a chuckle.

“You’re a menace, Quince.”

Jonas stepped out of the tub and handed Sidney a towel. Sidney dried off, but really he mostly just dragged the towel over his skin as he watched Jonas’s muscles shift and flex. There was so much to Jonas Rookwood, both physically and metaphysically speaking, that Sidney’s excitement was beginning to get the better of him.

Jonas glanced in his direction with a cheeky smirk, then walked over to the back of the bathroom door and took down a large dark green robe. He brought it over to the tub and draped it around Sidney’s shoulders.

“Dry your hair. I’m going to light a fire.” He already had, but Sidney wasn’t going to be so obvious as to say so.

As Sidney dried off more intentionally, he could hear the rain still pounding down outside. A roll of thunder echoed in the distance. It was the perfect sort of day to spend at home in bed. Not that anyone had said anything about bed.

Sidney slid his arms into the sleeves of Jonas’s robe and cinched it around his waist, then climbed out of the tub. The robe brushed against his ankles and gapped open over his chest. But the feeling of being exposed vanished as Sidney walked into the bedroom to the sight of Jonas in tight, black shorts, bent over in front of the fireplace. His ass looked incredible.

The top drawer of Jonas’s dresser had been left open, and Sidney paused beside it to peek in. Not that Sidney was going to steal his shorts or anything, he was just being nosy. A brief glance, however, was far more revealing than Sidney had anticipated. A black marble phallus and a white marble phallus sat side by side against the corner of the wood, along with a small clear bottle of oil.

Sidney’s mind spun, thrilling at the prospect of what Jonas might do with those particular instruments. About what they might do with them together. Jonas cleared his throat. He was sitting back on his heels, eyebrow arched, but Sidney could see the flush on his cheeks.

“See something you like?” Jonas asked. Did he ever. Sidney tried to be coy as he reached into the drawer. The black marble was cool and heavy in his hand, as he held it up for Jonas to see.

“I like the taper on this.” Jonas’s eyes widened as Sidney made a show of examining the stone. “A little heavy. But I think I could get used to it.” That got Jonas to his feet. Sidney smirked, snatching up the bottle of lubricant before stepping back toward the edge of the bed. “Unless this one is someone else’s?” Sidney asked, holding up the black marble again.

Jonas stopped beside the dresser and slid the drawer closed, as Sidney sat back on the mattress.

“They’re both mine.” Sidney had to bite back a groan. Keep it together, Quince. He fixed his face into his best approximation of an innocent expression.

“Do you use both at once?” Jonas’s cheeks were crimson; his length twitched against the strained fabric of his little black shorts. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, I’d be happy to hear details.” Sidney slid his grip down the shaft of marble in his hand. Jonas bit his bottom lip and Sidney smiled. It was so satisfying to wind him up.

“You’re a deviant.” Jonas’s voice was gruff. He was trying to pretend like he wasn’t enjoying this, and Sidney loved it.

“There are far less pejorative terms, I’m sure.” Sidney scooted back toward the pillows. The robe slid off his right shoulder and Sidney let it hang.“Are you going to join me, or do you prefer to watch?”

“Depends on what I’ll get to see.” Jonas crossed his arms over his chest. God, those arms. What Sidney wouldn’t give to have them pinning him to the mattress.

“I could tell you about the last time I used something like this.” He rested the tip of the stone cock against his chest. Jonas stepped closer.

“Were you by yourself?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” Jonas came up to the edge of the bed, his thighs bumping the mattress. Jonas’s gaze raked the length of his body, and a shiver ran beneath Sidney’s skin.

“I might get jealous.”

“I was by myself,” Sidney admitted, pleased at how Jonas’s body canted toward him, like he was being drawn in by a magnet. “I actually invented a device, of sorts, during my years as an undergraduate.”

“A device?” Jonas arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask me to get into how because that is embarrassing. But many lonely evenings in a single dorm led to some exploration of how to affix one of these,” he lifted the phallus again, “to the seat of a desk chair.”

“How compelling.” Jonas put one knee on the mattress. Sidney was thrilled; he knew Jonas couldn’t hold out forever. His story was all true, of course. But it wasn’t exactly something he was sharing at dinner parties.

“I still have it. And sometimes, when bad weather hits for a few days and I can’t do any star gazing, I might tinker with it a bit. So to speak.” Jonas’s eyes followed the blunt tip of the phallus as Sidney ran it down his chest. He paused, taking a deep breath as it crested over his belly button. “So. I was riding my desk chair. Seeing how close I could get without going over. So to speak.”

“So to speak,” Jonas repeated. He crawled onto the bed, laying beside Sidney. His breathing was perhaps a little heavy as he watched Sidney untie the knot that held his robe closed. “And is this something you do often?”

“‘Often’ is a relative term. Imprecise.”

“Fair enough,” Jonas’s amber eyes flicking back to Sidney’s face. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and Sidney had to take a moment to steady himself.

“So, as I was saying, I live in the attic all by myself. And it’s raining. And I’ve got my nipples clamped?—”

“Sidney.” Jonas exhaled Sidney’s name. Aroused? Surprised? Hopefully both.

“I suppose the rain is the important detail.” Jonas’s gaze dropped lower, his hand sliding beneath Sidney’s robe, over Sidney’s stomach. He moved carefully, slowly, almost, and again it knocked Sidney off balance, the gentleness of it.

Sidney took a sharp breath as Jonas’s palm drifted down further, his fingers grazing the dark hair below Sidney’s belly button. Jonas dropped his chin, pressing a chaste kiss to Sidney’s collar bone.

“So,” Jonas’s breath was warm on his chest. “You’re fucking yourself on your chair and?”

“The rain was heavy, and I was getting a little noisy. Tugging on the clamps and—” Sidney lost his train of thought, as Jonas wrapped his hand around the base of Sidney’s cock and stroked him. He groaned, loudly.

“I see what you mean about the noise,” Jonas murmured. Sidney pretended to ignore him, until Jonas licked his nipple and Sidney wasn’t quick enough to bite back a whimper.

“So, I’m enjoying myself. Thoroughly. When there’s a knock at my door.”

“Oh no.” Jonas smiled against Sidney’s skin. “Who was it?”

“Captain of the football team. We’d had a meeting scheduled, and I forgot. Luckily, the door was locked.”

“I bet you didn’t think so at the time,” Jonas teased.

“I might have brought myself off thinking about what would have happened if he’d opened the door,” Sidney said. Jonas hummed in what sounded like approval, as he began to stroke Sidney again. Sidney couldn’t help but moan, his hips jerking up to meet Jonas’s fist. Sidney had lost the marble phallus somewhere near his hip, but he recovered the oil and slid the cap off with unsteady fingers.

“Would you have preferred the whole team?” Jonas twisted his wrist and Sidney nearly lost his grip on the oil.

“Fuck! Jonas.” Jonas took the bottle out of Sidney’s hands and leaned up to kiss him.

“Can I?—?”

“Yes.” Anything. Sidney was aching, desperate. He didn’t have to know what he was being asked to know that he wanted it.

Jonas climbed between Sidney’s thighs. Kneeling, Jonas towered over Sidney, and Sidney could have gotten off just by staring up at him. But then, oh. Jonas lowered himself slowly, one hand on either side of Sidney’s arms, muscles bulging. He kissed his way down Sidney’s chest, and Sidney could feel Jonas smile every time his touch made Sidney arch and moan. Jonas bit the sensitive skin just above Sidney’s hip crease, and Sidney twisted against the blankets, hips held down by Jonas’s broad shoulders. Jonas grinned up at him.

“Can I tell you what I would have done, if I’d found you like that?”

“Please.” Oh, Sidney wished he’d had some kind of recording device. He knew he’d want to hear this over and over again for the rest of his life.

“First, I’d tease you.” Jonas sank his teeth into Sidney’s hip again, twisting Sidney’s nipple at the same time. Sidney moaned and arched his back, aching for more.

“Jonas.”

“I’d pick you up,” Jonas kept talking as he slid his slick fingers against Sidney’s entrance. “And then I’d take a seat on your special desk chair.” Sidney groaned, thinking of Jonas working himself open with the same thick fingers that were now teasing into Sidney. Sidney’s groan became a whimper, as Jonas pushed inside him slowly.

“Keep going,” Sidney panted. Jonas made a soft, pleased sound and slid in deeper. Sidney arched his back, moaning Jonas’s name, and Jonas kissed him gently on the thigh.

“Oh, God. Okay,” Sidney was breathing hard, trying to keep focused. He was desperate to hear the end of Jonas’s filthy story. “You were holding me up while you—while you fuck yourself on my chair?”

“One track mind, Sidney,” Jonas teased, beginning to fuck Sidney with his finger.

“It’s a compelling narrative.” Sidney groaned as Jonas kissed his stomach. Mouthed against his cock.

“Once I’ve got a good rhythm going on your device , I would slide you onto my cock and fuck you. How does that sound?” Jonas slid a second finger into him and Sidney gasped and moaned. He was so aroused that every shift of their bodies was a new burst of sensation. He wanted it all. He was so close.

“So good. Jonas?—”

“Oh, I’d be so good for you, Sidney.” Jonas nipped at Sidney’s hip crease. “Let the football team watch me take you.” Sidney’s whole body tightened, the fantasy tangling in the very tangible pleasure of Jonas’s mouth, as he sucked Sidney off. Sidney barely managed to groan out a warning before he came hard, his hands twisting in the blankets, his body greedy for more.

Jonas eased back, swallowing, but Sidney needed him still. Sidney reached for Jonas, grabbing at his arms.

“No. No,” he panted. "Keep going. Please.”

“Keep going?”

“Where’s the—?” Sidney felt around in the blankets. He barely had a coherent thought in his head. But he knew what he wanted. The black marble phallus was halfway beneath his thigh. Sidney grabbed it, grabbed at Jonas. “Slick this.” Jonas looked at Sidney for a moment, his eyes dark, and it wasn’t hunger Sidney had been seeing in them. It was desire, distilled and potent. How had he not recognized it? Maybe he’d never seen it before.

Jonas pulled out of Sidney carefully, before stroking the stone cock. Sidney slid back, spreading his legs wide, propping himself up on one elbow as he took the phallus from Jonas. He placed it at his entrance and then pressed it in, letting his head fall back. It was thick, heavy. Exactly the way he imagined Jonas’s cock would feel. Sidney moaned.

“Sidney.” Jonas sounded desperate, letting out a soft groan as Sidney began to fuck himself slowly. Sweat prickled on Sidney’s neck, and his spent cock twitched as he could feel Jonas shifting over him on the bed.

Sidney opened his eyes and watched Jonas watching him, palming himself through his shorts. And that wouldn’t do at all. With fumbling fingers, Sidney pulled down Jonas’s waistband, freeing his massive, leaking cock and began to stroke him.

It was incredible to watch Jonas lose himself in pleasure. Jonas arched his back and thrust into Sidney’s fist with a moan. His hand was clenched into the tender skin of Sidney’s thigh, and Sidney was still shallowly fucking himself. Their knuckles brushed, and before Sidney quite knew what was happening, Jonas reached down. He took the phallus out of Sidney’s hand and began to fuck Sidney in the same rhythm as his thrusts. Sidney moaned, stroking Jonas faster. He’d never wanted to see a man come so badly in his life.

“Jonas, come on me. Please. Jonas!” Jonas lost control of the phallus almost immediately, hand stuttering forward to grab Sidney’s hip as he came, streaking Sidney’s chest with his spend.

Jonas leaned forward, one hand braced against the mattress, the other still on Sidney’s hip, breathing hard. He looked at Sidney, just as Sidney dragged his hand through the cum on his chest, lifting his fingers to his lips.

Jonas stretched up and grabbed Sidney’s wrist, casually pinning him to the pillows. Jonas smirked at Sidney’s small gasp. But before Sidney could say anything, make an excuse for himself, Jonas was kissing him breathless.